Right now...... It's time now......

"What kind of rubbish is this?" A gasping voice rang in his ears.

After all, he still didn't hide from it.

"I ...... It... I'm lost. I'm not here......" Su Mengfan said in a low voice, his tongue knotted because he was nervous, or maybe he really entered the play.

"Then get out of here, don't you hear, you ugly guy!" The voice sounds very convincing, bordering on hypnosis.

When he heard this, he wanted to get out of the house immediately.

"Of course, I ...... I will......" Su Mengfan replied vaguely, scared, but didn't know how to get out of here.

"Lufthansa is strictly forbidden to beg!" The voice said sternly, this time it came from a farther place, and an echo appeared in the tunnel and echoed in Su Mengfan's ears.

"Of course, right away...... I have children......" Su Mengfan finally realized how to deal with it and regained some vitality.

"What? Child? What nonsense are you talking about?! The border guard in the shadows shouted angrily.

"Popov, Lomako, come here, get this bastard out! He doesn't deserve to be here! ”

Neither Popov nor Lomako wanted to get their hands dirty, so they just pushed his back with the barrel of an automatic pistol.

The angry voice of their boss rang out in the back.

To Su Mengfan, it sounded like a natural sound.

Sopakov station, finally out of here!

He managed to get rid of Hansa out!

He finally looked up, but when he saw the people around him, he turned his gaze back to the floor.

This is not the neat Hanseatic realm, and once again he is in a dirty, unusually poor mental hospital, a state that rules the entire subway.

But even in such an environment, Su Mengfan felt very disgusted with himself.

The strange appearance that had helped him hide and escape, which had made people avoid it, and which had allowed him to make his way through outposts and checkpoints, had now reverted back to something very nasty.

It was clearly past noon.

After the initial ecstasy dissipated, the strange power that seemed to have been borrowed from someone else, the force that had driven him through Abdulkader to Dubreinin Station, suddenly vanished.

He was left with only himself - hunger in his stomach, fatal fatigue, and not a penny on him.

Even the unbearable stench of a week ago was still clearly audible, clinging to his body like glue.

Su Mengfan sat down along the wall.

The beggar who was sitting next to him felt that he could not bear it any longer, and cursed and scattered in all directions, leaving him alone in the end.

He hugged his shoulders against the cold, closed his eyes, and sat there for a long time, thinking of nothing, until drowsiness hit.

…………

Su Mengfan was walking along an endless tunnel.

The tunnel was longer than all the tunnels he had traversed in his life combined.

The tunnel is twisting and turning, protruding in some places and sinking in others, and the straight place never exceeds 10 steps.

It just kept going, getting harder and harder to walk, his feet were blistering and bleeding, and there was a painful sensation in his back, and every step he took caused pain all over his body.

But as soon as he thought that as long as there was hope, the exit would not be too far, maybe at the next corner, Su Mengfan would have the motivation to continue moving forward.

But a simple but chilling thought popped up at him;

What if there is no exit from the tunnel?

What if the import and export are blocked?

What if there was a man whom he could neither see nor touch, but who could do so all, shut him inside?

Then he would drag himself forward until he was exhausted, until he collapsed - and there was no particular reason for him.

Just for fun? Just for your own pleasure?

A mouse in a maze.

A squirrel under the wheel.

On the other hand, he thought, if you keep going and don't reach the exit, maybe the refusal to move unconsciously will bring freedom?

He sat on a railroad sleeper, not because he was tired, but because he felt exhausted.

The walls around him vanished, and he thought:

In order to achieve the goal, in order to complete this journey, all I can do is not go any further.

Then he lost consciousness.

…………

When he woke up, he was drowning in great anxiety.

At first, it wasn't clear to him what was causing the anxiety.

It was only after a while that he began to remember a little of the contents of the dream, and he tried to piece together a complete picture from the fragments.

But the pieces weren't connected, they were fragmented, and there wasn't enough to connect them.

This thing is some of the thoughts that have appeared in dreams: it is crucial, it is an imagination, it is very important to him.

Without it, all that's left in my mind is a pile of paste.

But every time a wonderful sight appears, a steady stream of new things pour in, it will pull the mind infinitely.

But he couldn't figure out how he was going to go on.

Su Mengfan bit his fist, lifted his equally dirty head with dirty hands, muttered some difficult words in his mouth, and passers-by looked at him in fear and disgust.

But his train of thought just didn't go along.

Then, slowly, carefully, as if trying to pull something out of the swamp with a bundle of hair, he began to reconstruct the fragments of his memory.

Oh my God, what a miracle!

After nimbly grasping at a flashing image, he suddenly recognized it as the one that had appeared in his dream.

To end this dangerous journey, he just needs to stop here.

But now, in the moment of his consciousness, this thought seemed mundane and pitiful to him, and did not deserve his attention.

To end the journey, he doesn't have to go any further?

Well, of course.

If you don't go any further, that's the end of the trip.

Is there anything simpler?

But is that really the way out?

Is this really the end of this mission?

Just give up the reward given by the system for completing tasks?

The thoughts that appear in dreams often have the meaning of a stroke of genius, but once the dreamer wakes up, it becomes a pile of meaningless and chaotic words.

"Oh, my dear brother! Your body, your soul is so dirty. A voice sounded very close to him.

This came unexpectedly, as unexpectedly as the above thought, and the bitter taste of disillusionment immediately disappeared.

He didn't even think that the voice was talking to him, because he was used to the people around him scattering before he could speak.

"We welcome all the poor who are lonely," the voice continued, sounding so gentle, so reassuring, so gentle.